Looking at the calm front, it is actually not peaceful.

The old monkey is no longer in the Mongolian camp, and the current Mongolian camp has changed to its original appearance.

All but a few major officers were Mongols.

Bayan still squatted on the company commander's nest and didn't move, and if he didn't move the nest, the people below him naturally couldn't be promoted.

But no one seems to have a problem with this!

Everyone likes to be with their brothers, and they don't have much interest in being officials.

It's not that the Mongols don't like to be officials, but everyone knows it. The Han Chinese will never let the Mongols be generals!

The big guys are soldiers in order to give themselves a way out in the future.

As long as you make military achievements, you can go to the Western Regions to become some petty officials. In this life, birth, old age, sickness and death, the official family is in charge.

They are all desperately poor herdsmen who can't get enough to eat at home.

The children of the head family did not serve as soldiers, and none of the more than 3,000 people who walked out of the grassland before this time returned alive except for those who lacked arms and legs.

In fact, many people come to serve as soldiers, mainly to eat less food at home.

On a cold morning, take a full sip of hometown water and take a look at the cattle and sheep of the grassland.

Hanging an inferior Mongolian dagger, he embarked on the road to join the army.

Many people regretted it later, because as soon as they arrived at the train station, the broken iron piece was thrown away by the irascible officer.

The train pulled them to Xi'an, and each of them was given a stainless steel bayonet with an oil seal that had not been wiped clean.

This is the best knife they have ever seen in their lives, and there is no one who says it.

Because it was a Mongolian battalion, there were people on the front line who always liked to go around the Mongolian trenches.

He also asked them if it was customary to eat roasted whole sheep at home every day and nibble on canned food here.

It's all a bunch of fools who have eaten up!

Who will come to this place and suffer a sin, who eats roasted whole sheep every day at home?

It's like the current staff officer with the rank of captain, who doesn't wear a steel helmet, and pokes out most of his body when he uses a telescope.

There was another fool behind him, holding a square box and gesturing at it.

What to say to the minions they came, take pictures!

I don't know what the camera is, Bayan feels that this guy's body seems to be leaning out too much.

Just as he was about to walk over to remind him, his head exploded.

Bayan even saw his skull fly far away, and the bastard who took the picture was unlucky, splashed with brains and blood.

The corpse lay limply in the trench, with a strange chin hanging from its neck, and a row of teeth missing.

Not to mention, the teeth are quite white!

A group of people rushed to carry the corpse away, and the person who gave it to the person at night said that it was the son of a big official.

Someone was killed on his own position, which made Bayan feel very shameless.

After all, people came to see the Mongolian camp.

After dinner, Bayan called Hugejirile over.

This kind of thing must be retaliated against, and the enemy snipers must not be so arrogant.

"You go to the middle of the camp and do a few. It's better to be an official! ”

"Hmm!" Hugejiril just said "um".

"What is needed?"

"There's nothing you need, just a sniper rifle.

But let's say okay, tomorrow will be counted according to the head, and each person will have a bottle of old dragon's mouth. ”

"Get out!

You kid hit twenty or thirty, and I'll get you a box? Where the fuck am I going! ”

"What a pick!

I'm risking my life to do it, and you can't afford to have a few bottles of wine? ”

"Then I'll find someone else!" As he spoke, Bayan stood up and prepared to ask the correspondent to find someone.

"Don't!

Up to five bottles! ”

"A bottle!"

"Four bottles!"

"Two bottles!"

"Three bottles!"

"Deal!"

An agreement to trade heads for drinks was quickly reached!

"I'll go back and get ready, and I'll go out of the ambush tonight." Hugejiri stood up and walked away.

"Come back!"

"Why, the old man spit is a nail. We don't regret it! ”

"Who the fuck repents, you put down the cigarette for Lao Tzu."

A box of hibiscus kings was still taken away by Hugejirile.

This tobacco is a tobacco leaf produced in Yunnan, which is much easier to smoke than Mohe tobacco in Liaodong.

Smoked a cigarette in the trench and disposed of the urine.

Hugjiril climbed out of the trench with a small backpack on his back!

It was dark, and the moon was a little bud in the sky. It looks like bean sprouts.

It was about two or three hundred meters to climb out, and Hugejirile did not dare to climb any further.

Find a crater and climb into it, pull out the sapper shovel and carefully repair it, so that this place is more suitable for lying on your stomach.

If you have to lie on your stomach for ten or twenty hours, you have to do it well, otherwise you will suffer.

The cotton coats that had been ripped off the corpses were spread on the ground, with the tweed coats of the French army on top, and finally on Hugh Jiril's own raincoat.

I covered it with a quilt sewn with white sheets, and I went in and waited for a while, but it didn't seem to be so cold.

The kettle on his chest was moved to his stomach.

The kettle was filled with boiling water, which has cooled down a lot now.

Don't dare to let this thing be exposed, the cold wind like a knife can quickly turn a pot of water into ice lumps.

When he was ready, Hugejirile looked at his watch.

It was only four o'clock, and it was still two or three hours before dawn.

I wanted to squint for a while, but Hugjirile didn't dare, and more than 400 meters in front was the position of the Italians.

He could even faintly hear the Italian language muttering.

Wrong!

The sound seems to be a little close!

Hugejiril carefully poked his head out of the crater edge!

In the darkness, several black shadows were moving slowly.

On the snow-white snow, a few small gray dots are moving, and as long as you are not blind, you can see it.

Idiot! I don't even know how to drape a white sheet!

Hugejiril slowly set up his sniper rifle and fired at it.

Look at them carrying telephone spools on their backs, and they are also running in the mirror.

At a glance, it is clear that this is an artillery observer.

The Italians were so bold that they sent the artillery observation post so close.

Just as he was about to start the fire, Hugjiril saw several guys crawling with rifles behind him.

I counted them, and there were seven or eight people.

I actually brought a class of bodyguards!

Thinking about the gap between friend and foe, Hugejiril felt that it was better to endure.

The Italians, stupidly found the crater and started digging. The excavated soil was scattered around the crater.

It is estimated that these three artillery observers cannot be contained in the crater!

If his own soldiers dared to do this, Hughjiril wouldn't mind whipping the bastard to death.

On the white snow, you dig out a pile of new dirt and sprinkle it on the side.

Do you think the observation posts on the other side are stupid?

Hugejiril felt as if he didn't have to do anything.

Tomorrow, as soon as it is dawn, the artillerymen will be able to send these guys home.

But the problem is ......!

Can't let the artillery shell!

The cannonball is not accurate, and the distance from the other side is a little more than 300 meters.

If any fool hits crookedly, he will not be blown up, but will also be shocked to death. Even if you don't die, you definitely drink a pot.

Wounded by a cannonball, Hugjirile felt tremble just by thinking about it.

Can't wait any longer!

The sniper rifle was aimed at an Italian who was digging a pit "Bang! ”

Immediately after the gunshot, Hugejiril retracted his head.

The distance of more than 300 meters is a passing distance for a Ming army sniper.

There was the screams of the Italians on the opposite side, and it was loud. Hugjiril heard it clearly!

That hapless guy is calling Mommy!

Before going abroad to fight, Hugejiril knew only Mongolian and a few words of Chinese that he had learned in Xi'an.

After fighting on the Western Front for a long time, I can understand a few foreign words.

It seems that the pronunciation of French, English, Russian, Spanish, and shouting is almost the same.

Slowly poking his head out to observe, he found that the remaining two guys were running away!

If they stay in the crater, maybe they can live a little longer.

But it's ...... run like this!

Hugejirile shot one and two shots!

The infantrymen were much more experienced, and they rolled into the craters to dodge, and they did not show their heads when they were killed.

Hugejiril didn't dare to shoot again, he just fired two shots in succession, and no one found his position, so he was extremely lucky.